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"The harder I try to hate you, the deeper I fall for you."

His presence irked her to the core, but whenever he got out of her sight, she missed him?! 

….

A tyrant, known to be the city's infamous playboy. 
As an executive assistant, she was forced to work under him by the most cruel twist of fate.

If losing her job overnight was a nightmare, then working under a boss like Desmond Fort was hell. He was an arrogant narcissist with an ego bigger than the whole of Imperium city, but that was not what angered her the most. 

The most infuriating fact was that despite his constant assholery, her heart seemed to stupidly skip a beat every time he gazed at her with those devilishly charming eyes. 
She knew she was making a mistake but that didn't stop her from sinking deeper and deeper into his charm. 


All she wanted now was to leave! But leaving hell was not nearly as easy as getting in.

The Tyrant's Wife

"Dad, I will be home late tomorrow." Zaria announced as she rested on the couch.

"Does your boss need you to work overtime?" Theodore frowned at the thought that Desmond might be taking advantage of their relationship to make Zaria overwork.

"We will go to a banquet in the evening." She explained, and Theodore's frown eased.

"Just take care of yourself, okay?" He urged.

She nodded. "I'll go and check what's for dinner."

"Everything is set. That brat will disappear from Imperium tomorrow." Mark raised a glass to Alyssa in his cellar.

She looked at him skeptically. "Just from Imperium?"

"She can disappear from the world too, if you want." He sat opposite her to hold her hand. "You just need to say the word."

Alyssa tilted her head in thought. She so badly wanted Zaria dead. However, "What if Desmond were to trace it back to us? My son will hate me."

The mayor's wedding banquet (2)